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... ognized the type: stiff-backed, silver-sashed, standing like someone trying very hard not to wrinkle their robe. He was holding something.
Her boots made barely a sound as she approached, but his ears twitched anyway. He turned before she reached him, bowing just low enough to be respectful without seeming servile.
“Flyer 652?” he asked, though he clearly already knew.
She folded her arms. “Yes?”
He extended a letter. Thick parchment. Wax seal. Gold thread woven a ...
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